He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

Forgiveness must be immediate, whether or not a person asks for it. Trust must be rebuilt over time. Trust requires a track record.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

I don't know why but they you said it I started believing it.

Be patient, work hard and consistently, have faith in your writing, and don't be afraid to listen to constructive criticism.

I am worn to a raveling.

The other advantage England have got when Phil Tufnell is bowling is that he isn't fielding

I enjoy walking by myself on the same paths where, as a little boy, I delighted in following my father around.

We are too near the scene of tragedy to realize that this canker or untouchability has traveled far beyond its prescribed limits and has sapped the very foundation of the whole nation.

I committed to doing everything I could to put compassion on the scientific map.

My chief virtue (or if you like, defect) has been a tireless lifelong search for an original, individual musical idiom. I detest imitation, I detest hackneyed devices.